"So, what's your name?", John asks as he gets up from the floor
"Max, Max Force.", He says looking down to his feet
"That's a pretty unusual name. Well doesn't matter anyway, here I'll give you the tour. Don't look at other people in the eye and only ask me for questions for now."
As both walk around the corridors of the community centre, with both of them entering a darkened room which contains the broken and used weapons available for the powerless to use. As Max carefully observes the different firearms and melee weapons on the shelves, he grabs a dull spear with a roughed up hand, as if he has gone through 100years of training. Yet forgetting to train any other part of his body. With skill and precision, it was as if Max wielded the spear as if an extension of his limbs, able to hit the wall with such strength it began to show cracks while leaving the spearhead sharper than before.
"He just sharpened the spearhead…... with a concrete wall.", John thinks to himself in awe of Max's skill.
"What weapon do you use, John?", Max asks as he takes the rope that was hooked on the spear and places the spear on his back.
I finally come back from the feeling of awe and gestured in my waist belt had a pistol that didn't look like anything made before.
It was a gun that could shoot rounds that contained a high voltage electricity net capable of wrapping around giant oak trees and making them singe till black. I didn't want to tell Max about this weapon as I still could not trust him yet.